Lyrics The Beatnuts

The Beatnuts

I Love It

I love it (Ha, I know ya do)

I love it (I know ya do)

I love it

You need to save all your bullshit threats and drama

For the news guy

Niggas need to act their age

And not their shoe size

Spittin' it raw

Spittin' til you slip on the floor

I make you girl not want you no more

You want war?

Step to your label make 'em dish out all the cash in the place before

I hafta punch somebody's ass in the face

Yo, yo, the ugliest thug never runnin' out of money in clubs

Got the crib with the African rugs

Baggin' hoes by the carload

They call me Mr. Charmo

Break into their crib and disconnect the Star Alarm-o

Yo, big fish eat little fish, you little bitch

You ticklish, I push niggas up like licorice

You want to be a big baller, but you travelin'

Talk about battlin', nigga stop babblin'

Yo, when the first body touches the ground

a lot of blood gushes around, my silencer crushes the sound

Jigged out patch your glazy suits, pimpin' hoes in daisy dukes

Beatnuts flip the most amazing loot

I love it

What you love, losin' with a push and a shove

Who you think lent OJ the glove?

I love it

When we bang hardcore

Make you slam on the hard floor

And do a backspin on the cardboard

I love it

Show me your love

Jump from 20 stories above so I can write my name in your blood

I love it

Why? Cause we own cribs, own whips and chrome rims

Bone skins with silicone tits

I love it (I know ya do, I know ya do)(Repeat 4x)

You gettin' fidgety

Thinkin' of ways of gettin' rid of me

I scream on bitches like you

You ain't shit to me

I'll punch you while you talk on the phone

Walkin' alone

Park, even wait for you in front of your home

You should stop it

You can't even rhyme

Seen you front like a million times

Plus your knuckles ain't fuckin' with mine

Can't live without crossing the line

Busted my nine so money if you want it just follow the sign

Huh, it's the beat programmer

Flip a beat

I'll flippin' beat ya sweet old gramma

I'm in it 400%

Anybody gettin' it bent

Get hit with a block of cement

Yo I stay high like a stewardess

Fuckin' with this, it's ludicrous

I just boned your bitch

Now she makin' me tuna fish

I whistle you a rhyme offbeat

Try to listen everytime I speak

Bite my meat

Oh, that was you?

Pickin' up the gold lobster

I thought you one for droppin' and poppin' the most caca

Yo I spit it with the deli in ten

I don't really care who it offend

None of you niggas is payin' my rent

Yo I hope you talk and lots of green

If not, why you stoppin' me?

Pullin' my arm, like a slot machine

Yo take the money and run

Ju stay on some cowboy shit

Give me some whiskey and a fuckin' gun

I love it (I know ya do, I know ya do) (4x)